was the title of a film Tavarelli a few years ago, probably seen in some dusty film Padua, for those students. A Tale of Two postal workers, wrapped up in the throat in the sad routine of Turin rainy, bourgeois dreamers modern landscape / tropical steps towards a more authentic life that choice and not imposed. They eventually killed after a van seized valuables, money for their paradise.
It 's a DC voltage that the search for paradise .. and sometimes I wonder if Leopard or Schopenhauer was right to say that there is no heaven. Modern man, incommunicable, inappropriate, and always fuoriposto ever, can only dream if the dream has already been born and is still a slave to what needs to which Rousseau said, or is truly decide their own destiny?
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